Title: Speeding Towards Love
Author: Sarah :)
Spoilers: Through 1x21
Word Count: 550
Summary: Apparently, I wrote post-S1 finale fic about cars?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh.
Notes: This was written in 2006, in a random LJ comment, and I just rediscovered it sitting in an old Gmail thread. What I prefaced it with in that comment: Composed five minutes ago, while brushing my teeth (and typed up just now).
"It's been a while."
"Yeah. It has been," she responded curtly, doing everything in her power not to look in his direction.
"I've missed you."
She remained idle.
"God, what do you want me to say? I just want things back to how they were. Why can't we just--"
"Just what?" She bit back, angry. "You make me care for you, you make me worry about you, and then, nothing? You can't even be bothered to grace me with your presence any more?"
"What?" He was indignant. "Are you kidding me? You know that's not my fault. I wanted to see you, so badly. And if--wait..." Her signals suddenly registered. "Worried?"
She honked. "Right, like you didn't know."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"That night." Her voice trembled, and she did everything she could to put on a brave front. "On the bridge. When I heard what happened to you, and that those bikers had their hands all over you--I lost it. I couldn't deal. All I wanted to do was to see you, to know you were okay, but..."
"Hey, hey," he cut in, inching closer to her. "You want to talk about being worried that night? The bridge was nothing. Have you forgotten what you were doing then? Like always, you had to play the hero. Then you crashed into that tree, and...I thought....I thought you were..." He made a strangled noise, "I thought you were gone. That I'd never see you again. And it hurt. I've never felt that way before, about anyone. I almost blew a gasket."
"Please." She tried to control the leaks that sprang from her eyes. "You probably went after some younger, prettier model the very next day. I know I can't compare with what you're used to. Stop humoring me, okay? It's really unattractive."
"Humoring?" His eyes flashed. "You don't believe me? I want you, exactly the way you are. Yeah, okay, we may be different makes, and, yeah, I'm younger than you, but I don't care. You're the top of your class. The top of anyone's class. That's one of the reasons I love you."
He purred slightly as he eased up next to her. "It's always been you. You know that."
"So I guess beauty is only skin deep, then," she offered nervously, doing everything in her power to resist his magnetism. "Do I get some speech about how I'm greater than the sum of my parts? Because given my parts, I'm pretty sure that sum is fairly low."
"Stop it," he pleaded in earnest. "Don't do that to yourself. Or to me."
She paused, a hitch in her breath. "Well," she said slowly. "I think we're going to be okay, then. Because as much of a jackass as you are, I never stopped loving you."
"Really?" His eyes lit up.
"Really. So shut up and get me revved up, okay?"
Logan turned off his headlights as he cut the engine on the Xterra. Opening his door carefully, as not to nick the black LeBaron parked beside him, he got out and made his way to Veronica's apartment.
The Xterra and the LeBaron stayed put in the lot, blissfully happy, thanking every dealership they had prayed to for their second chance at love.